Song | Hour That The Morning Comes |
Artist | James Taylor |
Album | Dad Loves His Work |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Taylor | |
Mama makes the music and she makes the news | |
She dances all night in her golden shoes | |
She's high flying | |
Going, going , gone | |
She'll be halfway to heaven by | |
The hour that the morning comes | |
And papa's kacked out with his head in his lap | |
Mama likes to think that he's taking a nap | |
'cause he's working so hard | |
Working all night long | |
He'll be halfway to hell in | |
The hour that the morning comes | |
Like a bat out of hell in the moonlight | |
Like the pieces of the picture | |
That you broke last night | |
I'm sure it's going to be all right | |
I'll be halfway heavy by | |
The hour that the morning comes | |
Oh, look at that fool with the lampshade on | |
Somebody told him he was having fun | |
But they were wrong | |
Wrong, wrong, wrong | |
If he's fool enough he might open his eyes | |
When the morning comes along | |
Now look at that secret agent man | |
Sneaking out of church with blood on his hands | |
He's for sale | |
Going, going, gone | |
He'll be the first to know and the last to go | |
When the shit hits the fan | |
Give me a little water | |
Give me a little wine | |
You're looking at a man who's been out in the sunshine | |
Just a little too long | |
Little bit too long | |
But i'll be halfway home in | |
The hour that the morning comes |
zuo ci : Taylor | |
Mama makes the music and she makes the news | |
She dances all night in her golden shoes | |
She' s high flying | |
Going, going , gone | |
She' ll be halfway to heaven by | |
The hour that the morning comes | |
And papa' s kacked out with his head in his lap | |
Mama likes to think that he' s taking a nap | |
' cause he' s working so hard | |
Working all night long | |
He' ll be halfway to hell in | |
The hour that the morning comes | |
Like a bat out of hell in the moonlight | |
Like the pieces of the picture | |
That you broke last night | |
I' m sure it' s going to be all right | |
I' ll be halfway heavy by | |
The hour that the morning comes | |
Oh, look at that fool with the lampshade on | |
Somebody told him he was having fun | |
But they were wrong | |
Wrong, wrong, wrong | |
If he' s fool enough he might open his eyes | |
When the morning comes along | |
Now look at that secret agent man | |
Sneaking out of church with blood on his hands | |
He' s for sale | |
Going, going, gone | |
He' ll be the first to know and the last to go | |
When the shit hits the fan | |
Give me a little water | |
Give me a little wine | |
You' re looking at a man who' s been out in the sunshine | |
Just a little too long | |
Little bit too long | |
But i' ll be halfway home in | |
The hour that the morning comes |
zuò cí : Taylor | |
Mama makes the music and she makes the news | |
She dances all night in her golden shoes | |
She' s high flying | |
Going, going , gone | |
She' ll be halfway to heaven by | |
The hour that the morning comes | |
And papa' s kacked out with his head in his lap | |
Mama likes to think that he' s taking a nap | |
' cause he' s working so hard | |
Working all night long | |
He' ll be halfway to hell in | |
The hour that the morning comes | |
Like a bat out of hell in the moonlight | |
Like the pieces of the picture | |
That you broke last night | |
I' m sure it' s going to be all right | |
I' ll be halfway heavy by | |
The hour that the morning comes | |
Oh, look at that fool with the lampshade on | |
Somebody told him he was having fun | |
But they were wrong | |
Wrong, wrong, wrong | |
If he' s fool enough he might open his eyes | |
When the morning comes along | |
Now look at that secret agent man | |
Sneaking out of church with blood on his hands | |
He' s for sale | |
Going, going, gone | |
He' ll be the first to know and the last to go | |
When the shit hits the fan | |
Give me a little water | |
Give me a little wine | |
You' re looking at a man who' s been out in the sunshine | |
Just a little too long | |
Little bit too long | |
But i' ll be halfway home in | |
The hour that the morning comes |